A long time ago, there was
a huge apple tree. A little
boy loved to come and play
around it everyday. He climbed
to the tree top, ate the
apples, took a nap under the
shadow... He loved the tree
and the tree loved to play
with him. Time went by... the
little boy had grown up and he
no longer played around the
tree everyday.
One day, the boy came back to
the tree and he looked sad.
"Come and play with me," the
tree asked the boy. "I am no
longer a kid, I don't play
around trees anymore." The boy
replied, "I want toys. I need
money to buy them." "Sorry,
but I don't have money...but
you can pick all my apples and
sell them. So, you will have
money." The boy was so
excited. He grabbed all the
apples on the tree and left
happily. The boy never came
back after he picked the
apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy returned and
the tree was so excited. "Come
and play with me" the tree
said. "I don't have time to
play. I have to work for
family. We need a house for
shelter. Can you help me?"
"Sorry, but I don't have a
house. But you can chop off my
branches to build your house."
So the boy cut all the
branches of the tree and left
happily. The tree was glad to
see him happy but the boy
never came back since then.
The tree was again lonely and
sad.
One hot summer day, the boy
returned and the tree was
delighted. "Come and play with
me!" the tree said. "I am sad
and getting old. I want to go
sailing to relax myself. Can
you give me a boat?" "Use my
truck to build your boat. You
can sail far away and be
happy." So the boy cut the
tree truck to make a boat. He
went sailing and never showed
up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned
after he left for so many
years. "Sorry, my boy. But I
don't have anything for you
anymore. No more apples for
you..." the tree said. "I
don't have teeth to bite" the
boy replied. "No more truck
for you to climb on" "I am too
old for that now" the boy
said. "I really can't give you
anything ... the only thing
left is my dying roots" the
tree said with tears. "I don't
need much now, just a place to
rest. I am tired after all
these years." The boy replied.
"Good! Old tree roots is the
best place to lean on and
rest. Come, Come sit down with
me and rest." The boy sat down
and the tree was glad and
smiled with tears.......
This is a story of everyone.
The tree is our parent. When
we were young, we loved to
play with Mom and Dad... When
we grown up, we left
them..only came to them when
we need something or when we
are in trouble.
No matter what, parents will
always be there and give
everything they could to make
you happy. You may think the
boy is cruel to the tree but
that's how all of us are
treating our parents.
Please enlighten all you
friend by forward this mail to
them. And love your parents.
Happy Mother's and Father's
Day! Hope it means something
to you!